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Chapter 1

Harry Potter suddenly woke up; laying flat on his back, breathing hard as though he has just ran a few miles. He slapped his hands over his face and tried to cover the tears that were streaming down his cheeks. He has been having the same dream ever since he came back, the memory of Sirius Black dueling with his cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange, Black laughing at her, taunting her when a jet of red light hit him straight in his chest and Black fell through the ancient doorway and beyond the veil. He quickly wiped away the tears and sweat on his face and pushed back his hair, revealing a scar shaped like a lighting bolt. Harry is an unusual boy in many ways, very different from the inhabitants of number four, Privet Drive. He is a wizard, the most famous young wizard of his age. He has banished the dark lord, Lord Voldemort, when he was a kid when none have ever survived the dark lord during those dark years. He's now a 6th Year student at School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

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